I HATE vomit. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate to do it, and I definetly try to never have to deal with it afterwords. I spent most of my pregnancy, when I was not at work, laying on my back breathing real slow and drinking ice cold water – so that I could stave off the vommitting. And I was successful, I only vomitted like three times, the entie time I was pregnant, and all were from my prenatal vitamins. (which a switch to gummis was a game changer!)
This morning at 2 am my one year old vommitted all over her crib. I, thankfully, missed the actual event, and she seemed fine afterwards, but all those vomit soaked sheets almost did me in. I always heard that you don’t notice gross stuff when it is for your own childern. NOT TRUE!!! It was GROSS!!! I noticed. It smelled. I am still trying to figure out how to come back and clean the carpet. I just put every sheet pillow and piece of clothing that was anywhere close to the crib into the washing machine, and turned it on super duper clean mode.
However, after I put her sheets in the washing machine (gagging the whole time) I came back in and saw her sitting there on the floor, looking sad and tired, and I realized, she couldn’t help it, and she couldn’t clean it up herself, and this was the first time she has ever vomited, she was probably scared. I went over and picked her up, and turned my head away to avoid the vomit smell in her hair, and I hugged her and kissed her until she laughed and then we put new pajamas on, and she helped me put new sheets on, and she went back to sleep.
There will probably be many, many more nights of sheet washing from vomit in my future. As for this first, all I can say is, I survived.